Lana's POV Christian refused to let me help. See, yea, a part of me wanted to help and all, but there were things that were more important to me than that necklace. The reason why I wanted to be apart of that spell, to let Amelia channel me again, was to see if something was going to happen again. The other night when we did it, Amelia's cut on the hand was reflected on me, like I was linked to her.. And Calliope's words seemed to have carved in my head. I knew I was overthinking for nothing, but Amelia seemed to let it go so easily, refusing to talk about it.. And that made me wonder. I was running away from my family, but what if my father already knew where I was hiding? What if he let me think that I was running when he was actually a step ahead of me? I mean, a blood relative was everyone from our pack.. There were even some from other packs that I didn't know about.. So I was starting to feel paranoid with that thought of Amelia maybe knowing my father and giving him information about what I was doing. After all, when she did the spell on me back in the castle so I wouldn't get tracked down, she knew my whole story.. It was just suspicious, and I wanted to be sure.. So, I told Calliope that I still wanted to help out, and since Christian was being stubborn and all, I asked if it was better not to tell him until the actual spell. She told me that all I had to do was reach for her hand and they would be able to channel me the same way Amelia did alone the other night. I couldn't exactly understand Christian's purpose by not letting me do it. I understood that he needed me safe and unharmed for whatever reasons, of course following our deal.. But nothing could happen to me from a spell. I got a cut on my hand by chance the last time it happened.. Now there was no cutting. And I had a bigger motive on wanting to be included. I could also feel myself starting to grow more and more attached to Christian.. Perhaps weak is the right word.. It was the kind of feeling where I felt like I was in some empty space alone in this world after I felt home.. I was trying to prove something that I didn't even know if it was true. But somewhere along the way, our paths crossed, and I suppose that's why I found some comfort beside him. I didn't let myself trust him.. I didn't really trust anyone. But I still knew that if I wanted to, I could.. He didn't betray me yet in any way. I walked in the kitchen, trying to distract myself from the thoughts that kept wandering through my mind. I kept think whether or not to get myself involved in the spell.. I mean, I wanna know.. Yea, I want to be sure with who I'm staying under the same roof with.. Calliope could've been wrong when she mentioned blood relatives, like we all assumed. It could've been a misunderstanding, but I wanted to check if my father was involved in it in any way.. Calliope was there, making herself something in the blender, or maybe it was some witch thing.. Either way, she smiled when she saw me walk in, somewhat scanning me as I walked past her. "Is everything okay?" I heard her ask, but didn't bother turning around. I took out a bottle of water from the fridge before once again rounding the counter. "Yea, why?" I mumbled, opening the thing and taking a few sips from the cold liquid. She was focused on what she was doing, simply opening the cup then closing, shaking it a few times before she poured it into a glass. She made a quick frown and shook her head slightly. "No reason.. It's just seemed like you and Christian were a bit tensed." Her words seemed to take me off guard, almost making me choke on the water. I coughed a little, trying to mask it as much as I could. Clearing my throat, I kept that serious face and shook my head. I didn't know what to say to her. I wasn't sure how much she saw.. How much she already knew.. And Christian and I agreed to keep what happened between us. Just after that, it happened again. And again.. Calliope took a sip from her drink and with her hand resting on her hip, she looked back at me. "So what's up with you two?" When I looked back at her, there was a slight smile on her face as she took another sip from the little smoothie she just made. It's weird how much the subject effected me. I just felt something drop at the pit of my stomach. I seemed to be taken off guard, but I managed to keep a straight face and continue my act. "What is up with me and Christian?" What a better way to avoid a question with asking a new one.. However, I always thought I was bad at lying, because it always only worked on my brothers. She titled her head on the side and gave me that 'Really?' look. "Oh, come on. He stressed out so bad when he saw the cut on your hand yesterday." I cleared my throat slightly, walking past her and doing my best to hide the 'busted' face.. "So? Christian and I have a deal, and he just needs me unharmed because-" I dragged my last word, stopping for a second and taking out a pen from my back pocket as I opened the fridge. "Because he wanted information from me." I casually signed my name on the bottle before putting it back in the fridge. I lived with many people, and at that point there were already a lot of people in this house too. I was used to always separating my stuff, because if I didn't the twins made it somehow disappear in minutes. I was doing it almost unconsciously and by instinct. I closed the fridge before put the pen back in my pocket and turned around, just to find her leaning on the counter and looking at me.. Her hands crossed, holding her green smoothie in one, and that face of her nearly getting everything out of me was pretty obvious. I didn't know Calliope for much, but she seemed cool and chilled. On the other hand though she was really curious.